The Incoherent Fables of my Identity Conundrum

What's this but a lie?
A well-built lie,
A cry for help.

In the morgue of my faith,
A dedication to the greater good.

A coroner lay quiet,
Performing an autopsy of my idiosyncrasy,
While masking all my self delusion.

An unlikely subjugation,
For what's more important,
Than that which lies within not without.

My individualities stagnation,
From all these political proclamations.